Lynching Dead End

I'm holding a flowerpot in my hand. The one inside... It looks pale. As if time hasn't been good to it. But as they always say, time does good. It just hasn't come. I can see it. It wasn't understood. They couldn't understand that it didn't like its place. Maybe it fell when it least expected it. Its soil has scattered in all directions. All it has is nothing... Its roots have also come out. Weak, tangled, covered in bruises. Maybe it has bled as it has been left without water!

"Lynç Çıkmazı" whispers to those who have been wronged, to those who try to look strong despite knowing their roots are weak, to those whose favorite sentence is "You can't do it!" IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP .

Maybe in order to get back on your feet, you first have to fall down.